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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger relaxed slightly as she smiled at him. His charming demeanour combined with the fact he hadn't put on a performance of wounded masculinity at being ordered to lunch probably helped his cause. "Of course, Pansy. You can call me Roger if you'd like."

He smiled absently at her momentary focus on the detail of his antecedents. He'd more or less kept it out of the press - by any means necessary - in order to avoid having his background be more interesting than his abilities on the pitch. "An extensive wine collection and a knowledge of wine would definitely help the junior partner at Vector Advertising do her job I imagine?" He delivered the tidbit of information without any malice, merely presenting it as an indication that he wasn't the brainless Quidditch player that some liked to label him as in the press. "The finer things in life are excellent. Although the size of the wine cellar in my grandparent's villa in Skyros is truly obscene. I'm not even sure why someone would need that many millions of euros worth of wine."

"The ravioli di piselli, please," he said, flashing a grin at the waiter, who smiled back despite himself. Once he'd left, Roger turned and looked at the woman in front of him with a small smile. "So, as much as I'm sure you'd love to listen to my prattle about my grandparents, I'm sure you'd be interested in discussing something different?"